live on in black and white…..
‘That’s how I remember those moments’ histories.
Shifting winds hold within
the currents of those missed
and treasured thens.
Those thens where we left our tears,
our orgasms, and teasing fears.
All of those lived breaths.
Still, with us in spirit.
The electric taste of background chatter
attends to our silhouette shadows…
Those spiritual echoes…
Whispers to us in the dwelling
spaces of healing silience.
Following behind us patiently,
as our footsteps takes its last breaths.
The quantum fuel of it’s cosmic depths.
This magical Soul of creative love
Fills my gaze with sovereign forces
of those elusive stories being birthed into being by
the unfolding cosmic mystery of these living versions of me.
Amen to the Cosmic Gaze that follows me in my footsteps’ shadows.